Since there is a not a lot of shooting going on.. tell me one of your best hunting story. I don't care if its is funny, serious, what ever. But please don't leave out the details.

got a couple stories about my last 2 girl friends but i'd have to PG13 it for the forums, and then it wouldn't be no fun

The only great hunt story i can tell this day is of my elk hunt and you've heard it already.
http://thepowerbeltforum.powerguild....lucky-t265.htm

Im hoping for a tag this year. If not im giving it one more year before i write DOW a nasty letter and tell them im taking my money to new mexico and they can kiss my hairy......

I have a few, but they're not all ML. I have them at work, I'll post one of them tomorrow.

Good idea BTW

One that comes to mind is many years ago it happened. I was hunting with this buddy of mine. I had to work the midnight shift the night before opening morning, and arranged to have a morning shift worker come in three hours early, so I could get a good start. I told my buddy I had all my gear in the car and for him to meet me in the work parking lot.

Sure enough, I come out all set to go. There is my friends truck waiting. I grab my gear and load it in his truck. And he's behind the wheel and he was inruff shape looking. Turns out he'd been out drinking most the night, and had only a little sleep himself. So I told him I'd drive.

We headed out of town and he wanted to grab some McDonald's food. So we went through the drive through. We ate as I drove, and the food made him seem much better. At the hunting spot we threw our gear on, loaded up the muzzle loaders, and headed out. We had a long walk to our stands.

My friend lit a cigarette and took a big drag on it as we walked. He then got in a coughing fit. And it caused him to blow chow, heave, throw up, call it what you will. What a stench. I told him to sit a long way from me.

About nine that morning I hear him swearing, and I mean loud!! Turned out he had another coughing fit, was worried about loosing more lunch, and instead coughed too hard. Seems the booze from the night before and the grease packed McDonald's food upset his bowels, and he emptied them.

When I walked back to the truck for lunch, there was his pants and underwear hanging on a bush next to the truck. He's passed out in the truck in a sleeping bag. And STINK!! Needless to say, I grabbed my lunch and canteen of water and left him there. I never let him forget his little incident.

That is really funny cayugad.

Well, it was back somewhere around 1969. I had a real nice little female beagle that was thegreatest jump dog I've ever seen andwould run a swamp rabbit until someone shot it or she dropped from exhaustion. My brother-in-law Mike had two nice males that were pretty good on the trail once a bunny had been jumped, but weren't nearly as good at finding hiding rabbitsas my little Jenny. You could be walking down a "ridge" in the swamp with Jenny and point to a big brier patch onan island thirty yards off to the side of the ridge and say "check it Jenny", and that little gal would go straight to where you pointed and get to work.

Now not too far from where Mike and I lived was an industrial park, and in that park wasan abandoned sawmill/lumber yard of about five acres. The yard had a road grid - kind of like a checker board - where they used to stack rough cut lumber with forklifts. The roads were gravel andabout ten yards apart and thearea between each road where they stacked the woodhadgrown up in weeds and briers. It was rabbit heaven. Even though shootingwas not allowed in the areait was a great place to train dogs and keep them sharpduring the off season. It was also a great place toWHIRLY HUNT.

What??? You've never been on a whirly hunt. A whirly hunt is where you throw a heavy stickat the game. The stick- something like30" long - is held at one end and it thrown with a side-arm motion so that it whirls along just above the ground, kinda` like the blade of a helicopter. If you were fast enough and accurate enough you could knock down a rabbit trying to cross one of those roads as far out as twenty-five yards.

Well on this particular whirly hunt all threedogs were in one of those weed patches.I was on the road on one side of the patch and Mike was on the road on the other side. The dogs were going nuts and rabbits werecomingoutlike popcorn out of an uncovered kettle - heading across the roadsto the next patch of weeds. I was using a short length of 1/2" electrical conduit pipe as a whirly and had missed two rabbits. After each throw I would run and pick up my pipe and get ready for another throw. By this time one of the dogs had crossed the road to the adjoining patch and rabbits in that patch were crossing back to the original patch. The dogs were a-howling and the rabbits were a-popping. What a HOOT!

I got lucky on my third throw and knocked down a pretty good sized bunny, but only crippled it. I ran to it as it was jumping around crippled and squealing, and so did Jenny. I got there first. Grabbed the rabbit by its back legs, picked up my piece of pipe, and prepared to whack the bunny on the back of its head to finish it off. Well, just as I swung the pipe at that rabbit Jenny jumped at it and I hit her square on top of the head. That poor dog dropped like a rock. I thought I'd killed her - had tears in my eyes. After a few seconds she pushed herself up on her front legs and looked at me as if I was the craziest person in the world. Thank God dogs can't talk. I could not have stood the comments she would have made.

I felt so bad I immediately gutted the rabbit and gave her the heart and liver. Dogs being the wonderful creatures they are, she accepted my offering with grace, ate it, and got right back to work.

One of the funniest ones I can remember is coming home from a morning archery hunt. My cousin and I were in my little Ford Bronco II. As I was driving down the road I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and looked over toward the passenger's seat. There was this decent sized spider hanging by its silk behind my cousin's head. I nonchalantly asked if he would 'kill that thing'. Now unbeknownst to me, he is deathly afraid of spiders for some reason. And as he turned around and saw this one just inches from his face, he screamed like a little girl and almost jumped onto my lap. I was laughing so hard I had to pull over and wipe the tears from my eyes. He will never live that one down.

Great story Cayugad. Once you have something like that on a hunting companion you own him.

Good one Bronko. I had a buddy that was afraid of snakes that way. I once put a tiny little 12" garter snake in his bait box and watched him bail out of a pirogue in the middle of a bayou.

6 hour drive to a premium zone, X-1, up by Mt. Shasta, CA.....honestly, forgot my license at home. Sitting right on my desk.
Had to back track and drive 2 1/2 hours to Redding, CA to get a replacement. The CA Fish & Game had mis-spelled my last name this particular year so they couldnt find a record of my license information. I did not have the reciept or copy of my hunting cert or anything. I could not remember how they mis-spelled my name to it was quite the cluster. It wasnt reall the license part it was the Zonewe drew. My hunting buddies were at the camp and ....no cell phone service. To make a long story longer, I asked them to look up our Party Leaders name and then I should be on the application. I was in a different county than the application was filed and for some California reason, they did not have acess to my countys records. So, the nice F&G lady called the Sacramento County F&G office and.....had to leave a message cuz......that person was on lunch. Finally, it all ironed out and I was on my way back to camp. Got skunked that year.